Sore After Practice

Two bubbly 18-year-old cheerleaders, Sophia Leone and Brooke Haze, burst through the door after practice and crash onto the couch, totally wiped out. They've been busting their asses to whip the squad into shape for Sectionals, but damn, they're miles from ready. As they dish about how brutal it was, they whine that they've never been this sore—every muscle screams. Both could kill for a killer massage. Sophia cracks wise, telling Brooke to rub her back. Brooke pouts, 'If I do you, who's gonna work my shoulders?' They strike a deal: five minutes each, swapping turns. Flip a coin to see who goes first. Sophia wins the toss but waves it off—'Nah, I'll hit you first, you're the bigger whiner.' Captain's gotta step up for the team, right? Sophia admits she's clueless on massages but dives in, kneading Brooke's back right over her cheer uniform. A minute in, she gripes it's a pain with the fabric bunched up—'Ditch the top?' Brooke hesitates, 'Uh, sure, but I've never stripped in the locker room, y'know?' She peels off her top and tosses it by the couch. Sophia keeps at it, sighing relief—'Way smoother now.' She digs deep into Brooke's back and shoulders till she's all loose and melty. Then Sophia taps out—'My turn, babe!' Brooke whines she doesn't wanna stop but hauls up and they switch spots. Brooke suggests, 'Hey, lose your top too—it felt epic once I did.' 'Smart call,' Sophia grins, yanks hers off, and adds it to the pile before flopping face-down. Brooke gets to work on Sophia's back, but Sophia squirms—it's the lower back that's screaming loudest. Brooke slides her hands down, but the skirt's blocking—'Wait, no panties under there?!' Brooke blurts. Sophia cracks up. 'Never wear 'em to practice—keeps things breezy.' They dissolve into giggles, all playful and cheeky. Round two for Brooke: Sophia asks if she wants the lower back treatment, since it rocked for her. Brooke, bent over, admits yeah, she's knotted up tight down there. Sophia smirks, 'I got a trick that'll blow a massage outta the water.' Teammates stick together, easing each other's aches, right? Brooke looks iffy, but Sophia sweet-talks—'Trust me, it'll feel insane, ten times hotter than any rubdown.' Brooke caves, letting her buddy lead the way into steamy, juicy lesbian fun.